Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.